Chapter 922

Under Chen Yu's powerful fists, these blood devil disciples could not sustain for more than three minutes.

Even the two remaining early warriors were interrupted and thrown out by Chen Yu.

Chen Yu's strength in the early days of entering the divine realm had no deterrent power in front of him. Their field could not suppress him, and all kinds of supernatural powers could not affect him. Therefore, they just supported him a little longer than others.

More than a dozen blood devil disciples either broke their hands or feet, groaning all over the ground.

What's more, surprisingly, they all showed the look of catastrophe.

Chen Yu was about to tell the servants to call for the blood devil disciples to be taken away. Suddenly, a dozen soldiers in blood clothes appeared and took them away without saying a word.

Finally, a thin old man with deep bearing and strong strength who made Chen Yu feel threatened came in.

Looking at Chen Yu, the old man bowed his hand and said, "Mr. Chen, I'm going to take charge of the Blood Sword and rank the blood devil hall. Chen Yu has nothing to say to the ancestor of the blood devil.

"I'm sorry, they didn't learn home!" Chen Yu said with a bitter smile: "the strength of Laozu is as deep as a sea. His disciples only need to learn one tenth, and Chen Yu is not an opponent!"

"Dao you, Dao you, is a friend who can talk about Dao by sitting down!" The blood devil shook his head and said, "Chen Yu, I regard you as a Taoist friend. You don't have to wear a high hat for me!"

After a pause, the blood devil looked at all the disciples and said in a fierce voice, "who will challenge Chen Yu? The winner can stay with me for a month!"

One by one, the two rows of disciples of the blood devil ancestors showed a trace of blazing color, but no one came forward for the time being.

Chen Yu defeated more than a dozen people alone, and three of them were in the early stage of entering the divine realm.

If you can't win, it's incompetence. If you can't follow the fate of he Xuehong and others, these blood devil disciples weigh the pros and cons and dare not take risks easily.

"Why, I have such goods under my door?" Why don't you come out with blood

"Master, I'd like to have a try!" Seeing that the blood devil's father's power soared and his killing opportunities surged, all the blood devil's disciples were terrified. Finally, a 26-year-old man stepped out.

"Fu Xuelong, good, you are good!" Seeing someone coming out, the blood devil's father looked slightly Ji and said, "let's start!"

Fu Xuelong stepped forward and said to Chen Yu, "Chen Daoyou, please

Chen Yu, with a heavy heart, got up and turned to the blood devil's father and said, "father, if I refuse, what will happen?"

"What do you say?" The blood devil's father sneered and said, "the Taoist friends can talk about the truth, but if they make my father unhappy, they will kill him with a knife!"

Chen Yu's face was expressionless and said, "there is no room for me to refuse. I'd like to invite you

The old blood devil frowned and said, "you say it!"

"If I lose, I won't say anything. But if you win, please don't punish your disciples! " Chen Yu said with a little caution.

The old blood devil snorted, "how do I deal with my disciples? I want you to talk more?"

"It's not that the younger generation is talkative!" Chen Yu hesitated for a moment and said, "but I don't want anyone to die because of my younger generation. It's not good for my younger generation's practice and my mood is hurt!"

In fact, Chen Yu was afraid that in the end, none of the blood devil's disciples would be left, and he would have to vent his anger.

It's impossible to speculate about the happiness and anger of people like blood devil ancestors.

"Women's benevolence!" Blood devil old ancestor scolds a way: "however, can promise you!"

"Thank you, Lao Zu!"

Chen Yu was relieved.

The thinking of the blood devil ancestor is too strange. Now that Chen Yu has got xumigong, he wants to leave here. But considering the moodiness of the blood devil's father, he didn't dare to say that.

When he came to Fu Xuelong, Chen Yu said, "please!"

"Chen Daoyou, please!" With a trace of gratitude in his eyes, Fu Xuelong saluted again.

Fu Xuelong's cultivation is not low. He has the strength of about four or five levels in the middle of entering the divine realm. He can be regarded as a strong man.

However, in terms of blood magic power, Chen Yu was not afraid of anyone who entered the divine realm.

Without hesitation, Chen Yu took a step and hit him.

Fu Xuelong cuts with his sword. The blood light is sharp. He cuts through the void with one sword. The blood runes flash on the sword and seal the Qi and blood.

However, it didn't work. Chen Yu broke the magic power of swordsmanship with one fist. The blood flame condensed on his fist, and the sword Gang couldn't hurt him.

Fu Xuelong's face was dignified. After changing his position, the sword light rose again and turned into a network of blood.

Chen Yu is still easy to break.

Fu Xuelong retreated again. After a long breath, a little man with blood on his head appeared. It was his spirit.

Yuan Shen holds the sword formula. When a sword is stabbed out, the bloody yuan Shen spits out a wisp of blood like an arrow. It flies out quickly and goes straight into Chen Yu's eyebrows.

All the blood devil disciples who watched the battle were silent, but at the moment, they were surprised.Even the ancestor of the blood devil nodded slightly, as if he was satisfied with Fu Xuelong's performance.